A Nonchalant Broken's Confession

As you run beyond the never failing moments of your life,

While they breathe through your ears & vent through your eyes,

When all of the rushing drops of triumph dries out,

Here I am speaking of loneliness for a beating doubt.

As you well-off from the waves of false not trifles,

As the footsteps erase the mending on an old stone,

Just when the line breaks from these light trials,

Here I am bleeding of silence adjourn.

Through the standing from your earth of your hopeful enough world,

I was here, hardly clutching, under on their sword.

As they grow from protection & against those mockery,

Sleep, my heart, though I am weary.

Alas! Protection seems not a shield but just an armor.

Close hindrance are wider & thus my walls are weaker.

They may think of a thread sinking into the hollow in me,

But,… no, I must never play of minds that may hurt thee.

I who was a kept glass lay down through the filled emptiness.

But as long you are burning from an ash to a rend of desire,

& when this fountain of pain had already moved on,

Love, my dream, for those who you can put on.